Bottom floor Tsun (USA) (Ft. ​funeral)

[Intro]
After all, humanity's truest form is evil
Die, haha

[Verse 1: Tsun]
Bitch, I roll wit' a stick
Roll wit' a 9 nigga, carry the blick
One shot to his head, you know we won't miss
I'm moving the weight, I'm moving them bricks
(blatt, blatt)

[Verse 2: Tsun]
Please shut the fuck up my nigga
Nobody cares, on god we don't
Big ass choppa on me, that shit my shoot at the air
*cough, cough*
Big ass Glock on me, my nigga I do not care
Roll wit' a stock on me, that nigga not getting a share (what the fuck)
He not no top floor boss, bitch you's a square
He can not be him, that nigga imposter
Your hoe on my team, your hoe on my roster
Most of these pussy ass niggas is farther
If she wanna fuck, I'm not gonna stop her

[Verse 3: funeral]
AR-15 leave his ass wit' a doctor
I be riding around wit' a choppa
Nerd mothеrfucker, get stuffed in a lockеr
Know yo' bitch sucking dick for a dollar
Know yo' hoe tryna fuck me, ain't wit' that
Man down, this shit got kick back
Man down, is wit' his bitch flat
If he rob me I'm getting my shit back
If he rob me I'm coming, I'm killing his momma
And send my exam, get a big lap
Yeah, trip bout my brother, like a big mac
Hit my brother and get hit back
Fangs in my mouth like Riff Raff
I'm in yo' house Ima lick that